2.) The Patron Saint of Pop Tarts
3.) Coffee And Philosophy
“I’ve always wondered if there is a link between a person’s personality and how they take their coffee.
Are black coffee drinkers pessimists? Are they weary souls who refuse the notion of rest given only by a good night’s sleep? Are they the kind of person who would jump off of a bridge if it weren’t for black coffee and harsh cigarettes?
She takes her coffee black, with two spoonfuls of sugar. That still doesn’t mean I understand her any better.”
I just went to the bathroom, and after, I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing just my boxer briefs and a t-shirt.
I caught myself thinking, ‘Man, my legs look pretty good.’
I think I have been pre-exposed to think this though, because Autumn thinks my legs are sexy, too, which I’m totally cool with. I can’t wait to get my bike fixed tomorrow so I can start riding regularly again and lose all this Winter weight and get my legs looking even more hawt.
This is seriously what just ran through my mind.
You really deserve the best. You really are great. Thank you for even considering giving me a chance. I know what you’ve been through. I know I can be better. I hope you’re happy.
I can’t even explain this. I love you.
There was once a man who forgot how to dream. His dream clouds were empty whenever he slept and when he was awake, everything was foggy. He told his doctor, but he was no help. He became depressed and his will to live left. He walked into despair until he came to a cliff and sadly, he jumped and fell, expecting to die. But when he hit the ground, he didn’t die. He woke up.